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Author's Note: Some light relief for a change. :)
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When wife number three and I parted, things were pretty acrimonious there for a while, but as with many such partings, once the anger, the pain, the grieving stops, renewed friendships are often formed.
Such was the case here. After the pain of the divorce settled down, and our feelings towards each other returned to what might be tentatively described as an even keel, we still kept in touch and from time to time went out to dinner, and so on.
Ex number three was a financial planner, and each year she attended the major national conference here in Australia, each year held in a different part of the country. This year it was in a beautiful part of what is called Far North Queensland, in the city of Cairns. This was not our first trip to Cairns, and was probably why comparatively surprisingly, and out of the blue, Loretta asked me if I wanted to accompany her to the conference and to have a few days holiday afterwards. Almost half our costs would be covered anyway due to her having to attend the conference, and we could have a bit of a holiday cheaper than we would have been able to do otherwise. It was the middle of an icy cold winter in Melbourne, and I thought of the beauty and warmth of Far North Queensland, so I didn't need much convincing.
Due to work, I couldn't accompany Loretta to the conference, but we had agreed that I would meet her the day after it ended and we would have a few days together in the sun.
The day after the conference arrived and I flew from Melbourne on a direct flight to Cairns from where we would get an airport bus to take us further north to a beautiful town called Port Douglas where we had already booked an apartment smack bang in the middle of town.
I arrived in Cairns around 9.30 A.M. and as I walked into the terminal building, I saw Loretta waiting for me, sitting on a bench by the window, her packed travel bag by her side. When she saw me her face broke out into a big smile and she got to her feet. As I reached her, we hugged, and then we had a tentatively exploratory kiss.
"We better go," she said, the bus to take us to Port Douglas is waiting. It was waiting for this flight, and I think everyone is already aboard, so we went out. The driver was waiting and he put our bags into the big compartment buses have on the outside, we climbed in, sat down, and we were on out way further north, an hour and a half's drive further north to be more exact.
We didn't speak much during the trip as the bus was full and we didn't want other people to hear our conversation. But Loretta did take my hand in hers and sat smiling as she looked at me, and I to her, from time to time.
The bus finally arrived at our apartments as it did the rounds of the hotels and resorts, dropping people off as it went, and we checked in. We went to our room, unpacked our immediate requirements, changed into something more appropriate to the tropical climate, and then I drew the curtains back and looked out the window to the view. And what a view we had. From our third floor balcony we could look almost the full length up and down the main street with all its shops and restaurants and pubs and people, and looking just out to the left, we could see a verdant mountain covered every morning in low cloud, as you tend to get in the tropics. I could not help but think how this place reminded me of Maui, one of the Hawaiian Islands.
We made ourselves a cup of coffee each from the room supplies and went out and sat at the small table on the balcony.
I asked Loretta how the conference had gone, what she had gotten up too and general chit-chat as she did the same to me, asking what news from Melbourne was.
We finished our coffee's and as it was nearly lunch time we had a walk around town and wandered into the pub at the end of the street, where, sitting in the outdoor area, one could look over the small park across the road, out to the blue green water beyond, where we had a meal and a few drinks.
It wasn't long before we were joined by colleagues of Loretta's from the conference, many with the same idea that Loretta had, of having a few days R & R before returning to the highly regulated grind of the financial advisor world. I was introduced to the colleagues as they came and went, some staying as the band arrived ready for the evening's entertainment. We decided to stay and have dinner at the pub as did some of the others, but then as darkness fell, and the music got loud enough to prevent conversation, Loretta and I decided to head back to our apartment where we had some wine chilling.
We walked back along the street, now holding hands. It really did feel quite strange, rekindling some of the feelings we had experienced when we first met those years ago. But it still felt a little strange, almost like a first date in some respects, but soon we were laughing and discussing some old times.
We entered our apartment and I poured some Sauvignon Blanc into two glasses and we enjoyed the light wine as we talked and reminisced.
Then, Loretta got up from the sofa and walked out onto the balcony of our third floor apartment, taking her glass of wine with her. She looked so desirable as I watched her from behind. The sheer white dress reaching down to her ankles showed the curves of her back, her waist before flaring out slightly over her hips and I could just see the dim outlines of her legs through the sheer material backlit by reflections from the dim street-lighting and the light of the moon and the millions of stars that lit up the clear sky so brightly.
Taking my own glass of wine with me, I walked up behind her, placed my glass on the little table that was in the corner, wrapped my arms around her waist, and gently nuzzled the soft skin of her exposed neck with my lips.
"Ohhhhh, she moaned quietly, as she tilted her head back a little and leaned her head a little to the left, thereby exposing more of her neck, "that feels sooooo nice." A pause, then Loretta said slowly in a quiet voice, "You're not trying to seduce are you?" as she gently started rubbing the side of her face against mine.
"What on earth makes you think that," I said as I now moved my hands up to cup and gently squeeze her full beasts.
"Oh, just some things I've heard about you."
"Oh," I said mimicking her, "and may I ask what you have heard?"
"I've heard," she said, still rubbing the side of her face against mine but now also pushing her breasts harder against my hands, "that you ravish women, that you have your dastardly way with them, that somehow you make them want to do whatever you want."
"Madam, I plead not guilty to all of these things," I said, as my fingers now rubbed against the nipples that were now pressing hard against the fabric of her dress, "It is the gods that make those things happen. I am but a mere mortal, a toy, nothing but a plaything in their hands, doing their bidding. Often against my own particular wishes."
"And what you are doing now. Is that against your own particular wishes?"
"Sometimes," I chuckled, "the gods and I think as one. And I must confess, this is one of those times."
"Hmmmmmm," was the only reply I received.
But now, I moved back a little and moved my hands up to the top of the dress, where one hand held the material and the other grasped the zip and slowly pulled it down to about waist level where it stopped. The bra hooks and eyes were unfastened and even from behind I could feel the full weight of Loretta's breasts drop a little as I parted the fastenings on each side. I ran my hands over her now bare back, and when I reached her shoulders I bent down and nuzzled her bare skin with my lips as I slid the short sleeves of the dress over her shoulders. The bra was next to go as the straps were also pulled over her shoulders and down her arms. Loretta lifted her arms slightly and I finished removing the white lacy bra and placed it on the little balcony table.
My arms reached around her and once again my hands moved up to her breasts. I was standing very close behind her and she would have felt my cock twitch as I cupped the smooth roundness of the bottoms of her full heavy breasts in the palms of my hands. I slowly bounced her breasts up and down a fraction revelling in their feel, their softness, their weight before clasping my hands around as much of them as I could, and gently squeezed and caressed them, but did not touch the nipples as I continued nuzzling and sweeping my lips over her bare shoulders and back.
Loretta's movements were becoming more pronounced, more urgent as I continued, as she pushed her buttocks back against my groin, and tried to move her body so that my hands would move to her nipples.
Loretta moaned, then said, "You're teasing me too much," in a voice that was sounding slightly breathless.
Hmmm, I thought, I had forgotten that Loretta had always been one to climax quickly, as I definitely felt her breathing getting deeper.
Now she is ready I thought as this time when I squeezed her breasts I also ran a finger around each of her bumpy contracted areola eliciting a deep lengthy groan. I removed my hands from her breasts loving the feel as her breasts now having lost the support of my hands again dropped a little. Another twitch. I moistened the index and middle fingers of each of my hands before moving them back to her breasts, but this time, I tapped the ends of her nipples with my fingers, and then just rested them on the dimple at the end of each nipple for a while before once again tapping.
Loretta reached behind her with both hands and started feeling my cock through my trousers, squeezing it when she found it.
I pulled her back a little and whispered in her ear, "Do you want to bend forward now? Just rest your elbows on the edge of the balcony."
I moved back from Loretta as she bent forward, placed her elbows on the balcony and rested her head on her arms. Her big breasts dropped down hanging freely and slightly swaying beneath her in my most favourite position. Pulling up the hem of her dress I let it all rest on her waist as I admired her white panty clad buttocks, running my hands over them.
